Monday, August 15, 2016
Proud swagger out of the schoolyard,
Waiting for the world's applause;
Rebel without a conscience,
Martyr without a cause.
Static on your frequency,
Electrical storm in your veins;
Raging at unreachable glory,
Straining at invisible chains.
And now you're standing on a rocky ledge,
Staring down in to a heartless sea;
Done with life on the razor's edge,
Nothing's what you thought it would be.
All of us get lost in the darkness, dreamers learn to steer by the stars,
All of us do time in the gutter, dreamers turn to look at the cars.
Turn around and walk the razor's edge;
Don't turn your back and slam the door on me.
It's not as if this barricade blocks the only road,
It's not as if you're all alone in wanting to explode.
Someone set a bad example, made surrender seem all right;
The act of a noble warrior who lost the will to fight.
No hero in your tragedy,
No daring in your escape;
No salutes for your surrender,
Nothing novel in your fate.
Christ! What have you done?
("The Pass", RUSH)